Poems about the Deep Underground Poetry Community
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Every Road...
A thousand days, no change.
The world just keeps going on.
Have I wasted my only lifetime?
Has my branch failed to sprout leaves?
Every road may feel the same but that's not true.
How could I not see beyond the raincloud that hangs above my head?
In every memory, you're there.
With a hand firmly held with mine.
I hoped those moments would last forever.
Unknowing love I failed to grasp.
You slipped away leaving me alone here.
If I followed the footsteps left in the mud will I like what I find at the end of this path?
...
The world just keeps going on.
Have I wasted my only lifetime?
Has my branch failed to sprout leaves?
Every road may feel the same but that's not true.
How could I not see beyond the raincloud that hangs above my head?
In every memory, you're there.
With a hand firmly held with mine.
I hoped those moments would last forever.
Unknowing love I failed to grasp.
You slipped away leaving me alone here.
If I followed the footsteps left in the mud will I like what I find at the end of this path?
...
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Here's My Comment As Requested
self
opinionated
cunt
trying
to tell me
how to interact
dont start
shitting
in my back garden
expecting me
to like
the smell
this ASS WIPE
has a
bite
i will comment
my way
not yours
the fact i'm in a group
that riles the fuck
out of you
gives this
nasty autistic
some satisfaction
this is where my
CAGE IS RATTLED
which is no good
cause now
i...
opinionated
cunt
trying
to tell me
how to interact
dont start
shitting
in my back garden
expecting me
to like
the smell
this ASS WIPE
has a
bite
i will comment
my way
not yours
the fact i'm in a group
that riles the fuck
out of you
gives this
nasty autistic
some satisfaction
this is where my
CAGE IS RATTLED
which is no good
cause now
i...
#anger
#dialogue
#frustration
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#Autism
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Finding Beauty in Chaos
The city streets are alive
With the sounds of people and cars
A symphony of movement and noise
A constant ebb and flow
The buildings tower overhead
A testament to human ambition
Reaching towards the sky
A marvel of engineering
But amidst this concrete jungle
Nature still finds a way
A tree growing from a crack in the sidewalk
A flower blooming in a neglected corner
And as I walk these busy streets
I am reminded of the beauty
That can be found in the chaos
The magic that can be unearthed
For...
With the sounds of people and cars
A symphony of movement and noise
A constant ebb and flow
The buildings tower overhead
A testament to human ambition
Reaching towards the sky
A marvel of engineering
But amidst this concrete jungle
Nature still finds a way
A tree growing from a crack in the sidewalk
A flower blooming in a neglected corner
And as I walk these busy streets
I am reminded of the beauty
That can be found in the chaos
The magic that can be unearthed
For...
#home
#uplifting
#philosophical #DeepUndergroundPoetry
#philosophical #DeepUndergroundPoetry
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The Trip
On my sixteenth Christmas,
My family decided, last-minute, to take a vacation.
Holidays at the airport are quite grim,
On the way in, smog sticks in your lungs like a bad cough.
The interior is plagued with people,
Who all need to be at the same place, five minutes faster than you.
Excitement didn’t set in until the plane door closed.
Only a few seconds after finally feeling relief.
Was it worth it?
Yes. The 13 hours of travel was worth a 2 minute experience.
Our plane descended on Paris,
I sat in the aisle, craning...
My family decided, last-minute, to take a vacation.
Holidays at the airport are quite grim,
On the way in, smog sticks in your lungs like a bad cough.
The interior is plagued with people,
Who all need to be at the same place, five minutes faster than you.
Excitement didn’t set in until the plane door closed.
Only a few seconds after finally feeling relief.
Was it worth it?
Yes. The 13 hours of travel was worth a 2 minute experience.
Our plane descended on Paris,
I sat in the aisle, craning...
#inspirational
#Christmas
#fate
#travel
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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The Mechanic
You returned because your oil change is due and you wanna feel brand new so today I’ll be the best mechanic and crawl under you.
Your body needs a tune-up and I’m able to do just that and more, I’ll only need to give full assessment to know what to fine tune for sure.
Every model is different and yours is my favorite, from the oil type to the quality and blend.
Your manufacturers were kind to you so I’ll do the same first hand, to be sure I’ll check the guidelines because I wouldn’t want to pour the wrong oil and reduce the lubrication and overall shorten...
Your body needs a tune-up and I’m able to do just that and more, I’ll only need to give full assessment to know what to fine tune for sure.
Every model is different and yours is my favorite, from the oil type to the quality and blend.
Your manufacturers were kind to you so I’ll do the same first hand, to be sure I’ll check the guidelines because I wouldn’t want to pour the wrong oil and reduce the lubrication and overall shorten...
#cars
#travel
#art
#passion
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Deep Underground Poetry
Deep Underground, my haven of verse,
A place where my poetic soul can immerse.
Where words flow freely and emotions ignite,
And fellow poets share their inner light.
With every line, I feel more alive,
A community of poets who help me thrive.
A space where creativity knows no end,
And we can all be ourselves, our truest friend.
Deep Underground, I sing your praise,
For being a platform that never betrays.
A place where I can express and create,
And find inspiration, no matter my state.
Thank you, DU, for being my...
A place where my poetic soul can immerse.
Where words flow freely and emotions ignite,
And fellow poets share their inner light.
With every line, I feel more alive,
A community of poets who help me thrive.
A space where creativity knows no end,
And we can all be ourselves, our truest friend.
Deep Underground, I sing your praise,
For being a platform that never betrays.
A place where I can express and create,
And find inspiration, no matter my state.
Thank you, DU, for being my...
#WritingPoetry
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Don't Ever Leave...
I held you close because I adored you.
I held so tight it became suffocating.
Each breath you take is sacred to me.
Don't ever leave.
I'm so afraid of losing you too.
I don't understand why everything's this way.
I gave up so much and yet it wasn't enough.
Say you'll stay.
It always happens this way whenever it happens to me.
I've felt it all before, I know what happens next.
The distance keeps growing, I can't bear it.
Don't ever leave.
I'm so lost yet I move on.
No direction, just waiting to step over the...
I held so tight it became suffocating.
Each breath you take is sacred to me.
Don't ever leave.
I'm so afraid of losing you too.
I don't understand why everything's this way.
I gave up so much and yet it wasn't enough.
Say you'll stay.
It always happens this way whenever it happens to me.
I've felt it all before, I know what happens next.
The distance keeps growing, I can't bear it.
Don't ever leave.
I'm so lost yet I move on.
No direction, just waiting to step over the...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Muse Convention
No one knows where they're meeting
or how they even knew to go there
just that they've left
and the poets are bereft
There's no schedule of events
no program planning committee
it's all just whims and fancy
meanwhile, poets get antsy
What are they discussing there?
And when will they come back?
the poets here are crying
as their ink wells are drying
But imagine! If my muse and your muse
are mingling, joining forces
there'll be no stopping the magic word art
when each muse returns...
or how they even knew to go there
just that they've left
and the poets are bereft
There's no schedule of events
no program planning committee
it's all just whims and fancy
meanwhile, poets get antsy
What are they discussing there?
And when will they come back?
the poets here are crying
as their ink wells are drying
But imagine! If my muse and your muse
are mingling, joining forces
there'll be no stopping the magic word art
when each muse returns...
#WritersBlock
#mystery
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Paradise in the Sky
When I leave the Earth
My words and my
Heart will go out to
all the ladies at the
DUP for they are wild and
crazy in their own
unique way
To all the men at the
DUP I leave these
words always
Treat the ladies with
Kindness and Respect
My words and my
Heart will go out to
all the ladies at the
DUP for they are wild and
crazy in their own
unique way
To all the men at the
DUP I leave these
words always
Treat the ladies with
Kindness and Respect
#kindness
#women
#men
#respect
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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10 Comments
Love is chaos

#forgiveness
#heartbroken
#lyrics #DeepUndergroundPoetry
#lyrics #DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Deep Sea
Our love is so deep that it needs scuba gear. It's like Romeo and Juliet compared to Shakespeare. It's so special that love is like the water you fall into. Drowning in a sea of desire that doesn't need rescue. Every single wave carries a story about our life. That we shall rust in shade, or shine in strife. Your touch has the power to resurrect like when Jesus rose. This feeling is like a river never ending as it flows. I'm your King and you're my queen like Atlantis. With a strong grip on each other like a praying mantis. See baby, I promise I will never let you go. I need you, I can't live...
#love
#meditation
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Bck Den
In the early 2000s, tings were pretty sweet.
Kids weren't cooped at home, stuck on their phone, they'd be playing in the street!
We were made of tougher stuff back then, back when I was a teen...
Play the PS2 and bun a zoot.. Yow I lived the dream!
With my Peter Andre undercut, I was quite the stud!
I would hit the town, linger around and act like quite a thug.
I always turnt up, I was the life of the party! They called me "Chink Floyd" because my mince pies were slanty.
I had a bike chain clipped to my jeans and always had my...
Kids weren't cooped at home, stuck on their phone, they'd be playing in the street!
We were made of tougher stuff back then, back when I was a teen...
Play the PS2 and bun a zoot.. Yow I lived the dream!
With my Peter Andre undercut, I was quite the stud!
I would hit the town, linger around and act like quite a thug.
I always turnt up, I was the life of the party! They called me "Chink Floyd" because my mince pies were slanty.
I had a bike chain clipped to my jeans and always had my...
#music
#freedom
#sports
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#ThrillSeeking
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